After a Reading

The sexiest thing about you, you know are your eyes. You have a way of looking at me and I can’t tell if you’re listening to me, to God or just undressing me.

“Sometimes all three. You say the most amazing things sometimes. Like when you talk about my eyes? I put my hands on the table just so I KNOW where they are. Hmmmm but nigger. Sometimes when you talk about changing the world, or how you would kiss me after a hard days work, or when you tell me the kind of father you wanna be one day. You may as well just give me an open invitation to touch myself...why do you make me wanna go there? And in the middle of all that...because I’m a woman...(giggling) I can talk to God at the same time. You’re a good a man as I know...but sometimes the things you don’t know or understand would fuck you up. If you knew the half boy.”

That’s why you got tackled and I drug you back into class room after my book signing. I’m supposed to be locking up and putting the chairs back. I blame it on the way your thighs talk dirty to me when you wear short skirts, but that’s not why your legs are up on my shoulders right now. I say it’s your perfume that makes me act before I can think, or remember whether I locked the door or not. But it’s not any store bought smells that hold my senses hostage, that have me worshipping your back and neck and stomach and legs and places wet and wild and wonderful with kisses! And it’s lazy of me to say that your nipples taste like chocolate or caramel...they don’t. They taste like the juiciest parts of my life and when I “licks” your nipples my life is charged with love and whatever joy I’ve known as a chaser. It’s like putting my tongue to the universes battery.
Lifting up your shirt. Unhooking your bra hook by hook. Pushing your blouse out of the way. Holding your soft ,warm breasts in my hands as my tongue licks your nipples hard. Honey I live for that! I am a mere man. I may not ever know what ecstasy is. But when I feel your chin on the top of my bald head? And my mouth is full of your breast and nipple and I’m still sucking when I can hardly breath? I know I am so fuckin close.
I blame God, you, your momma, anyone who will take the blame. For bending you over the big desk. Why!!!?Can’t I just say you look sexy as fuck! Skirt up over your hips and panties around your ankles. WHY?!!! Can’t I just say you look like raw passion with your sandals kicked of and your bare feet on the hardwood floor? I kiss your back after I slide in. But I really would love to tell you how beautiful your fat ass looks while I push your legs a little farther apart. I smack your ass because I love to watch it jiggle and because I may not know how to spell antidisestablishmentarianism but I know good pussy when I’m in it.

“I respect all of that. I really do. That’s why I kiss you in ways I could never kiss nobody else. No matter how long it’s been since the last time. You think I push my tongue down your throat and kiss you cause you grab my ass. I do it cause, I know how to make you grab my ass harder. I feel your pain.
All you need to know is that most of that shit you do to me, with me and for me.
I likes.
Keep doing it.
Don’t think too much.
Say even less.
You don’t have to worry about whether the dick is good when I’ve pushing my ass toward you. I’m fucking you for something you said to me fours hours ago anyway....”